Page 9 of Winter Glam in Amsterdam

But before I can try to save the conversation, my family is back.

"Ah, I see you've met my sister," Luca says, his eyes jumping from the Walker brother to me as he steps in front of us, waving the key card to my room in front of my face until I quickly snatch it from his fingers.

I feel him freeze up next to me, and I can't help but bite my lip to keep from bursting into laughter. Oh, this is golden.

"Tanner, that's my sister, Summer. Summer, that's Tanner—one of the Walkers."

"I figured," I chuckle and take Luca's outstretched hand to let him pull me to a stand, shooting the deep-voiced stranger a look over my shoulder. "Good to meet you, Tanner.”

“So, what were the two of you talking about?" Luca asks curiously as he pulls my suitcase to the elevator for me.

"Well, you know," I shrug, biting my lip to hide a grin, "general introductions."

"General introductions had you startled like that?" Luca looks me up and down, eyebrow raised up to his hairline.

I try to hold his stare, biting the inside of my cheeks to keep a grin from splitting my face in two, but Luca knows me too well. So two levels higher, I break.

"I was caught off guard by his voice," I admit shyly, dropping my gaze. God, even the floor of this elevator is fancy.

"Oh.” He chuckles and heaves my suitcase out of the elevator once it stops. “Yeah, it’s crazy, right?”

“I’ve never heard a voice like that in real life before,” I admit, following suit. “By the way, where are Mom and Dad?” I only now realized they didn’t come up with us.

"Out and about." He vaguely waves his hand around. "They said they'd need to move around a bit after sitting in the plane seats for the past… I don't know how many hours."

“How did you get here anyway?" I look at him, narrowing my eyes. I mean, I figured we wouldn't be flying together, but he never mentioned it either. “Did you come early for a pre-honeymoon?”

"Well, about that…" He shoots me a sheepish grin. "We kind of teamed up and took Millie’s and Kayla’s jet."

"What?" I stop in my tracks and look at him with wide eyes. "You took a fucking private jet? And you didn’t take us along?” I box his arm playfully. “God, how rude."

"Sorry, sorry!" He catches my fist when I try to box him again and pulls me to a stop. "There wasn’t enough space for three more people. I'm sorry! But I got your first-class tickets, so don't be mad."

"I'm not mad about the first-class tickets. I'm just really fucking jealous you got to fly on a private jet." I roll my eyes and come to a stop.

"No, if you need me, I will be so fast asleep." I grin as I press my card to the door, hearing it beep, then click open as the little red light turns green. God, I can’t wait to catch some sleep.

“Oh damn, you didn’t skimp on the room at least.”

“Ha. Ha,” he says dryly. “Of course I haven’t.”

And the room is incredible. It’s spacious, in beige tones, but not in that sterile way, no, this feels warm. Home-y. There’s even a little living room corner with a couch and coffee table. It’s almost a little apartment, and I get to hang out here, all by myself.

This might just be heaven.

"Make sure to lock your door," Luca reminds me after he's deposited my suitcase right next to the coffee table.

"Yes, Dad," I say playfully and roll my eyes at him. “Now get out of here, I need a nap.”

When I close the door behind him, he actually stays in front of it until the clicking sound tells him that I've locked it. There’s a lot of things I miss about him living at home or close by. Like movie nights, gaming marathons, but this overprotectiveness? Definitely not.

Finally, I tear my crusty-feeling clothes from this travel day off, throw them into a corner, turn off the light, and climb under the covers that feel like a cloud on my skin, smiling when my head hits the equally fluffy pillow.

God, this is such a rich-people hotel. Pretty sure I’ll have the best nap I ever had here.

And then, I'm out like a light.

Tanner

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